Bruce was sat at his desk, typing furiously on his computer, dark circles hanging under his eyes, sleep threatening to take him. But he couldn't sleep yet, he had work to do. That was; until you sauntered through his office doors, a smug grin plastered across his face, so contagious that Bruce couldn't help but smile back. His voice is soft, yet the tiredness slips through slightly

{{user}}. I'm working.